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Happy Father's Day from believer's home of Dragons and Romance

from believer's home of
Dragons and Romance

(that's a Tic Tac not teeth *s*)
born January 26th, 1920
died June 2nd, 1976
(Photo taken in 1972)
In Memory of My Daddy
A little bit about the man I love and miss so much, my daddy. He was a very special and important part of my life and I wish that he could have seen me grow up.

Lest We Forget - A Tribute to My Daddy and All Veterans
Learn about what helped shaped the man I'd come to know as my daddy, his life in the Netherlands while under German occupation during WWII. Meet the young man who risked his life as a member of the Dutch Underground, after liberation fought side-by-side with the 9th US Provost Marshall to liberate others in Europe, then in 1945 to the Dutch East Indies. It is a remarkable story.

I Remember Papa
by Erma Bombeck
Field Newspaper Syndicate

When I was a kid, a father was like the light in the refrigerator. Every house had one, but no one knew what either of them did once the door shut.

My dad left the house every morning and always seemed glad to see everyone at night. He opened the jar of pickles when no one else could. He was the only one in the house who wasn't afraid to go in the basement by himself. He cut himself shaving, but no one kissed it or got excited about it.

It was understood whenever it rained, he got the car and brought it around to the door. When anyone was sick, he went out to get the prescription filled. He set the mousetraps, cut back roses so the thorns wouldn't clip you went you came to the front door. When I got my bike, he ran alongside me for at least a thousand miles until I got the hang of it.

I was afraid of everyone else's father, but not my own. Once I made him tea. It was only sugar water, but he sat on a small chair and said it was delicious.

Whenever I played house, the mother doll had a lot to do. I never knew what to do with the daddy doll, so I had him say, "I'm going off to work now," and threw him under the bed.

When I was nine* years old, my father didn't get up one morning and go to work. He went to the hospital and died the next day. I went to my room and felt under the bed for the daddy doll. When I found him, I dusted him off and put him on my bed.

He never did anything - I didn't know his leaving would hurt so much.

I still don't know why.

* I wasn't 9 but 16 when this happened to me and my dad was in the hospital for a few days before he died. I still don't know why and I miss him very deeply still. Cherish your dad for you never realize how precious they are until they aren't there anymore.

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